It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 552 [201] Embroidery Critical Hit Under the Blanket

Seeing two triangular cone-shaped holographic projectors (one of which was still projecting a pixelated screen) placed on the ground, Qin Jiandan roughly guessed that Linlin was trying on a cheongsam, which resulted in a sudden fire and the current situation.

"Linlin, you did a great job. You responded very promptly. The equipment and information of the Intelligence Department are priceless. Without you, the entire Night Dragon Society would have no idea what to do."

The girl was panting with the support of her brother. She was obviously feeling cold, but she refused to accept the jacket Qin Jiandan took off and put on her.

"Yelong will not leave me, but can you leave me, brother? I have a cold, and I want you to take care of me tonight, you won't refuse, right?"

At this point, Linlin felt like sneezing again, but she couldn't sneeze. Instead, her nose became itchy and uncomfortable.

At this time, three maids, Wangyou, Xuejian, and Linglan, rushed in, each carrying a fire extinguisher.

"Eh? The fire has been put out, right? Why is Linlin dressed like this? Did you force her to do that, young master?"

"Do you think I am such a scumbag young master? I sent Valei, Ruishuang and the others back to the guest house, and I just came back and saw the current situation! You have nothing to do here!"

Wangyou rolled his eyes and left with his two sisters.

Seeing that Linlin refused to accept his coat and felt cold walking barefoot on the ground, Qin Jiandan carried Linlin to the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

Although she was often carried like this, the cheongsam she wore today was really terrible. The heat from her brother's palms was transmitted to her without any hindrance, making Linlin feel as if there was a fire on her back.

"Connect the red cable, and the surveillance screen will light up again."

It is now 20:00, and it is not yet time for Qin Jiandan to go to bed. Linlin is sitting on the sofa bed wrapped in a blanket, directing her brother to clean up the monitoring room after the fire.

The monitoring room has its own electricity supply, part of which comes from the headquarters' affiliated coal-fired power plant, and the other part comes from the Phlogiston crystal battery module. After Qin Jiandan switched the power supply of the monitoring station, the nine screens lit up again.

"Turn off the projection screen, otherwise it will block half of the room... Brother, can you just sleep on the floor next to the sofa?"

The sofa bed is small, so it’s ok for petite Linlin to sleep on it, but it’s physically impossible for her brother to squeeze in (unless they sleep on top of each other).

Qin Jiandan moved his bedding down from the guard room upstairs. He deliberately took his time so that Linlin would have time to change out of her ultra-thin cheongsam. But after he pushed the small coffee table toward the wall of maintenance tools and laid out the mat next to the sofa, he discovered that Linlin didn't seem to have changed her clothes.

Linlin was a little unhappy. She finally mustered up the courage to try on the cheongsam, but encountered an electrical fire. She had to work hard as an engineer to remedy the situation. Nano silk is not used for this. Although the torn thread seemed to heal automatically, this was definitely not the catwalk effect that Linlin wanted to show her brother.

"Do you want some cold medicine? Or a fever-reducing patch?"

Qin Jiandan took some emergency medicines from the refrigerator, but Linlin kept shaking her head.

"It's just a slight cold. I'm not that fragile. When I was on the streets with my brother, I overcame all kinds of illnesses."

"That was then, and this is now." Qin Jiandan said, "You rarely go out now, and you don't get as much sun as before. Has your skin become whiter?"

Linlin, who sensed the element, became alert: "No! I'm not that white!"

In the Night Dragon Society, an organization that exudes "Chinese supremacy" everywhere, although Linlin has never been discriminated against, she cares a lot about her Western ancestry. She is particularly unwilling to be called a "little foreigner" or "white person", and even denies the color of her skin because of this.

My sister was sitting cross-legged on the sofa wrapped in a blanket. As she moved, the nano embroidery of the ultra-thin cheongsam could occasionally be seen. Qin Jiandan did not turn on more emergency lights to avoid increasing unnecessary visibility.

"Tomorrow... I'll fix the main power supply tomorrow after I recover from my cold." Linlin said, "The battery modules in the monitoring room will be enough for several days."

Qin Jiandan poured a cup of hot water for Linlin and placed it on the small coffee table that was used as a bedside table.

"You can also ask Uncle Gear to help fix it. Wangyou and the others are not as good at repairs as Uncle Gear."

"Uncle Gear is busy playing Santa Claus in the Christmas marketing campaign..." Linlin stretched out her palm, placed it above the water cup, and tested the temperature of the steam.

The blue light from the nine surveillance screens coated the tip of Linlin's nose with a layer of sweat. Amid the slight humming sound of the ventilation ducts, Qin Jiandan sat on a pillow on the floor, keeping almost the same height as Linlin.

A red rope appeared on the girl's fingertips. Linlin asked her brother to play cross-legged rope with her before going to bed. This was one of the few moments of her willfulness.

The emergency light projected the red "Pisces" rope woven by Linlin onto the wall, casting a slender shadow. Qin Jiandan deliberately avoided looking at the mysterious gap in the blanket.

"Brother, why are you so clumsy with your hands?" Linlin sneered, the cold making the tail end of the sound sticky in the air. "You are quite smart in fighting, but you are always not good at repairing and roping."

The red string was passed around the siblings' fingers for several rounds. When the string pattern became a "twin stars", it was Linlin's turn to hook the diamond-shaped hole in the center of the string net. She was suddenly interrupted by a shiver from under the blanket, and the red string was immediately tangled into a knot between the two of them. "Is the fever getting worse? Listen to me, at least put on a fever-reducing patch."

The fever-reducing patch was not applied on the forehead, but on the wrist vein. Qin Jiandan grabbed her sister's hand without saying a word and applied it on her left hand before applying it on her right hand.

Linlin curled her toes under the blanket, greedily enjoying the warmth and crowded feeling of sinking into the sofa, and her voice became vague and distant.

Watching her brother using his knees to press the pillow and move half an inch closer, carefully untying the knot with his fingernails, Linlin murmured, "Brother, do you remember? Once when we were at an abandoned station, we also used this kind of knot to calculate the dripping time."

Qin Jiandan smiled and said, "Yes, only if you know the exact time can you steal the compressed biscuits when the owner isn't paying attention."

Linlin chuckled: "Actually, the compressed biscuits you stole that day were very hard and hurt my teeth, but if I didn't eat them, I would be hungry and my stomach would hurt."

"I know. Now I will never let you go hungry again."

"When I caught a cold before, it was your brother who used his body temperature to keep me warm, right?"

Qin Jiandan avoided his gaze and deliberately changed the subject: "I can also make you fried caterpillar tempura."

"Hate it! My brother's cooking skills are terrible! I was just too embarrassed to say it at the time..."

The exhaust fan at the end of the ventilation duct switched to low speed after removing all the burnt smell. Linlin's hands, which were covered with fever-reducing patches, hung on the edge of the sofa. A bead of sweat that was about to fall was hidden in the shadow cast by her eyelashes on the bridge of her nose.

"Linlin? Are you sleepy?"

The blanket loosened from her shoulders, and the light spot from the surveillance screen moved across the torn hem of her cheongsam. Qin Jiandan hurriedly adjusted Linlin into a sleeping position, then spread out the blanket and covered her.

Fever-reducing patches occasionally have side effects. Qin Jiandan was glad that Linlin did not regress into a 5-year-old child like Mu Yue, but instead fell into a drowsy state due to both physical and mental fatigue.

Qin Jiandan turned the emergency light to warm yellow and sat on the computer chair to watch the surveillance video for more than an hour for her sister. Only when she felt sleepy did she fall asleep on the floor outside the sofa bed.

Maybe it was because of the cheongsam, the side effects of the fever patch, or because her brother was right beside her, but Linlin had a dream that she was too embarrassed to tell anyone about. When she woke up the next morning, her cold had mostly healed, but she looked unnatural when she met her brother's gaze.

"Don't tell anyone about the dress you wore last night, especially Aunt He! Delete the data in your brain! I'll also silence Wangyou!"

Linlin forbade her brother to mention the ultra-thin cheongsam again, but she did not throw away the cheongsam with a torn collar.

Nanosilk can slowly heal itself after being slightly damaged, and Linlin believes that keeping it has scientific research value - really just for scientific research!
In order to divert her brother's attention as soon as possible, Linlin worked at full capacity to crack the information left by Scar Sister, but accidentally discovered the secret of the gourmet Wu Wei.

"Brother, do you know? This Wu Wei is the nephew of the editor-in-chief of Crime Fighter magazine, and he was born with congenital anorexia. He relies on long-term consumption of mutant electric eels to enhance his sense of taste. His super-sensitive sense of taste is completely artificial!"

"Eh? Is there such a thing?"

A short video clip was played on the computer screen. From the angle it was obvious that it was a candid shot. In front of Wu Wei was a plate of fish. He ate furtively with an unnatural blue light in his eyes.

The mutated electric eel is obviously poisonous, but if its seven glands are carefully extracted before cooking, the toxicity will be greatly reduced. It is said that when eaten with chili peppers, the diners' pupils will flash blue periodically and their sense of taste will remain keen for up to a week.

Since processing mutant electric eels requires strong skills and the benefits are completely disproportionate, ordinary people don't bother to eat mutant electric eels. I didn't expect that "Wu Wei" really has no sense of taste, and it is all thanks to the mutant electric eels that he has become a gourmet famous in the inner and outer cities.

"Scar Sister's intelligence room contains a lot of dirty information about people... If fans knew that Wu Wei cheated, he would no longer be a food critic. I'm going to use this to blackmail him into coming to the Eco Tower and asking him to give good reviews to the restaurant, so as to attract more people from the inner city to come and spend money there!"

Qin Jiandan contacted Ding Ling and asked her to ask Editor-in-Chief Wu for her nephew Wu Wei's home address. She also sent Ding Ling a screenshot of the video of Wu Wei munching on a mutant eel through the Darknet, and asked Ding Ling to go to Wu Wei's house in the name of an interview to show the screenshot.

"What...what is this screenshot? I can't see it clearly. Is it a secret? What if Wu Wei gets angry and kills me on the spot and makes me into a spicy rabbit head?"

"You can't understand this screenshot, but Wu Wei can. You take the turtle driver with you, and I will send two members of the Night Dragon Society from the inner city to follow you. When you meet Wu Wei, tell him that you are my mistress and hope he will come to the Naples Pizza Restaurant in the Eco Tower. That's all you need to say."

"Also, you should come along when the time comes. Wu Wei said that reporters should be present when the food in the outer city is delicious. You should also call the turtle driver and have him take charge of filming. I will explain to Editor-in-Chief Wu that you have not come here in vain. You will get a red envelope if you can get the job done."

"Okay, fine. Anyway, I'm willing to do the job of a reporter... Anyway, this shouldn't be life-threatening, right?"

"Just do what I tell you to do! If you mess up, your life will be in danger!"

"Yes! Yes! I understand! I will definitely find a way to bring Wu Wei with me! I will also prepare all the interview and filming equipment!"

(End of this chapter)